They call him a troubled poet unfocused about what he writes They feel not what he feels They see not what he sees Stay blindfolded only to see what they wish to see while he sees naked truths hung across like festoons Through his verses pulls them down one by one hoping to remove mental blocks Through innuendos cuts away film of cataract covering eyes Through his scathing lines generates enough noise to reach plugged ears But they choose to remain blind, deaf and mute afraid to go against the tide while he whips up emotions cutting across all lines A revolutionary Poet he is called..that's why #revolutionary #yqbaba #yqquotes #yqdiary #writingresolution #writinginspiration #poet #poetry
